I’ll allow it! Now, please, tell us more. As much as you feel comfortable with. Like ... did he have a car?

Probably, I don’t see how that’s relevant, though.

Not at all. I am not a homosexual, and though I am a fan of most of Mr. Travolta’s movies from the late ‘70s to early ‘80s and a brief rebound in the mid-to-late-‘90s, I do not care for his filmography as of late.

Did you put up a fight?

Yes, I most certainly did. That is why I filed against him and demanded a trial by jury.

Well, your honor, that’s all I need to hear. I got chills, and they are multiplying.

Your honor, this is ridiculous! Summer flings don’t mean a thing.

Yes, but we are talking about summer nights! Moving on, we will now hear from our second plaintiff.

Hello. So you say you were in a six-year relationship with Mr. Travolta, and now you’re suing him for $2 million in damages.

That’s right.

What exactly are those “damages”?

False promises. He told me we’d always be together.

Ah. Summer dreams, ripped at the seams. Why were you lead to believe that would necessarily be true?

He told me that he was the one that he wanted. Also ... we went together. We went together like ... Ramma lamma lamma ka dignity ding da dong. Shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yippity boom da boom.

Is that English?

I honestly don’t know.

Why are you even here? Do you even care about this trial?

Not really. I just wanted to fit in with Rizzo and Frenchie and the girls. That’s why I got this piercing.

Okay, whatever.

We will know hear from the defendant himself.

*THE DEFENDANT ENTERS. HE MAKES A COMICAL “YO” SOUND AS HE DOES*

Mr. Travolta, anything to say for yourself?

Yeah, teach! Let me just say that I’m disappointed that the climate, much like your attitudes got colder, so that’s where it ends. I also never expected any activity with an Australian exchange student or a Royal Caribbean employee to catch up with me in America! Oh! Now, I’m gonna go blow this Popsicle stand so I can comb my hair in the washroom! Later! “Old Dogs”! “Battlefield Earth”! YO!